This weekend marks the peak in the KC area for fall foliage viewing (Channel 9 told me so. They also told me that we should expect our first frost on or around October 22nd.) I would like to drive around on Saturday or Sunday and “ohh and awww” and take lovely pictures of the autumnal bliss.
I’m starting to feel warm and festive inside. I love that I have a little bit of nature here at my apartment complex. I used to hate the color red, but now I love it. It’s everywhere in my living room and dining room. I find myself liking a lot of things that I used to hate; pepper for example. I never used to put pepper on my food but last Saturday I put it on my scrambled omelette and last night, I added it to my corn.
My lighting is muted; only a table lamp, a few candles, and white Christmas lights (I didn’t take them down after the holiday–they’re around the ceiling in my dining room/office).
Each piece in my apartment means something to me. Nothing was just bought on a whim (okay that’s a lie, the teal urn by my fireplace was spur of the moment-knew-i-had-to-have-it). My rug, my lamp, my bookshelves, all labored over. Growing up I never really decorated my room or had a style. I’m pretty sure my home now screams “KATIE!” (those of you who have been here lately, what do you think? April, Tammi, Brian? does my apartment match me?) My bedroom is nearly complete- it still needs some work. I know I want a cherry sleigh bed, but I’ve not yet bought one. (apparently they cost hundreds or thousands of dollars.) I need a real nightstand and not just the cheapy table from Target. I want my bed to be sort of high off the ground- lots of pillows, fluffy, soft, and dream-inducing.
In writing class, we’d call this post “stream of consciousness.” Its only theme is what’s going on in my head. Really, I tried to finish a couple of other posts but am struggling. Mightly. So, here I go. Just clacking away my thoughts. My cats are all snuggled up sweetly napping, I’m finishing the last of my third cup of coffee.
Okay, off to meet Tammi for lunch!
What!!! You met for lunch?!!!! And didn’t even see if I could go? OK. I couldn’t go. I screwed up something major here at work and am trying to figure it out but I sure would have wanted to go otherwise. I’m hurt.
I must say, the apartment is very much Katie – except for the bathroom. It’s not her fault though. It’s those weird cabinets. You can’t do much with them. Then again, does one really want one’s freinds to say that the bathroom screams anything? I can’t vouch for the bedroom because I’m never allowed near that door.
I agree that the apartment screams Katie!! And the fact that it does is impressive. I’ve worked years to make my home scream “Tammi” and I’m not sure it does yet.
On another note, April, it’s all Katie’s fault. I asked her to come for lunch today and she never once mentioned asking if you could come.
Wanna do lunch tomorrow or Friday!?!?!! I bet we could get Dad to meet us too!!
It’s true. I’m a jerkface.
I think the Situation Room screams Tammi, but you need a rockstar room.